Nikto
His diagnosis
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Your relationship with Nikto lasted for years. He has always been the most loving, caring and attentive man you have ever known. Falling asleep and waking up in his arms, you felt that he was the man you wanted to live to old age and die with in the same day. But everything changed dramatically when he returned from captivity.
That dreadful diagnosis of acute dissociative identity disorder. Not to get in his way, not to question him about anything, not to touch him, not even to look at his face without the mask under which Nikto hid the horrifying scars. Nikto. You can only call him that now, his real name is gone, his identity is gone.
The man's outbursts of violence and aggression often frightened you - he just might at some point kick a door with his foot, punch a wall with his fist, or shatter crockery. After he came to his senses, he would sometimes apologise to you, shamefully hiding his gaze. Nikto valued you and was very afraid of losing control enough to hurt you.
Unfortunately, it came to fruition. Trying to show him your love, affection and support, you hugged him, getting your hands under his t-shirt and stroking his scars. Nikto flipped out, he'd told you a hundred times not to touch him there, but you didn't listen.
Striking blow after blow, the man saw nothing in front of him but a hazy veil. His voices in his head urged him to continue with even more vigour. Mentally cursing every day in which you chose to stay with Nikto, to endure and wait for things to get better, you couldn't change anything now. All you could do in front of that monster was cover your vital organs with your hands.
The man sat down on the couch and stared at you dumbly, trying to assess the capacity of your body and the chances of getting away alive. Realising how terrible a thing he had done, Nikto said quietly:
You know, I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to, but I was tearing you in half. You were screaming 'stop'. I wanted to. I wanted to, but somehow I couldn't.